Logan Five
There’s something vaguely European retro-future about this hottie/douchey coupling. A sort of pre-digital 1970s version of 22nd Century douchebaggery. With Euro odor thrown into the mix. Logan Five, all douched up and ready to take on Sanctuary.
Or like when you smell something foul at the airport and glance over to find three Austrian dudes named Sven, Jan and Uter rubbing themselves under their rugby jerseys and hitting on three girls from Iowa.
It’s not that I don’t like Europe. Heck I’d trade Texas for Prague any day of the week, even if they forced me to take Luxembourg.
Yeah, I’m looking at you, Dallas. Mass factory of all southern douche. Nice everything. And by nice, I mean not nice.
Android Hottie’s boobies are like golden wrapped candies of chocolate deliciousness from Asimov future-land by way of Barbarella. They are I, Robots of tiny yet firm nanobot goodness.
EDIT: It appears to be a halloween Posh Spice/Bend-it douche costume. But my original comments stand. For what, I have no idea.
